When the bell rang for the two Potions classes in the afternoon, Harry and the others walked down the familiar path to the underground classroom, which had belonged to Snape for a long time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When they arrived, they found that only twelve people had entered N. E。 W。 T。 Grade.

Crabbe and Goyle clearly didn't get enough O's. W。 L。 grades, but four Slytherin students passed, including Malfoy.

When Harry and Ron walked into the classroom, the basement was unusual, filled with all sorts of vapors and strange smells.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sniffed with interest as they passed the huge bubbling cauldron.

They sat down at the table closest to a golden cauldron that was emitting one of the most alluring scents Harry had ever smelled: somehow it reminded him of syrupy fruit pies, the smell of wood on the broomstick handle, and the scent of some kind of flower that might have been smelled in the Burrow.

He found himself breathing slowly, deeply, the smell of the potion filling him like a drink. A great sense of satisfaction gradually spreads; He grinned at Ron, who smiled lazily at him.

"Now, now, now," Slahhorn's fat silhouette swayed slightly in the many shiny vapors. "Take out the scales, guys, and the Potions Kit, and don't forget your Advanced Potions Preparation ......"

"Professor?" Harry held up his hand.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"I don't have books, I don't have scales and anything else - neither does Ron - we don't know we can get into N. E。 W。 T。 , you know-"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention it...... Don't worry, my dear child, don't worry at all. You can use the ingredients in the locker today, I'm sure we can lend you some scales, we have a few old books in stock, use them before you write to the Blotts......"

Harry and Ron got up and walked over to the bookcase next to them, opening it to reveal only two copies of Advanced Potions Preparation, one of which had lost its luster and the other was much newer.

Harry and Ron, look at me, look at you, the two of them snatched up twice in a frenzy, only to make Ron snatch the newer one, which made Harry angry.

"Now," said Horas, when the two of them returned to their seats, his already bulging chest, and the buttons on his waistcoat looked in danger of flying out. "I've prepared some potions for you to see, just out of interest, and you know. These are the things that you have done N. E。 W。 T。 You should be able to do it after the course. You should have heard of them, even if you can't do it now. Can anyone tell me what this is? ”

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table.

Harry sat up slightly from his seat and saw that the liquid inside looked like boiling pure water.

Hermione expertly raised her hand before the others; Slavhorn pointed at her.

"It's a truth potion, a colorless and odorless potion that can force those who drink it to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" Slahhorn said happily. "Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to the Ravenclaw table, "this one is very famous...... It was also mentioned recently in a Ministry of Magic brochure...... Who could-" Hermione's hand was the first to be raised.

"It's a polyjuice decoction, Professor," she said.

Harry recognized the second crucible bubbling slowly and looking like mud, but he wasn't offended that Hermione had won points for getting the question right; After all, she managed to make it back in the second grade.

"Great, great! Now, here's this ...... Yes, dear? Hermione's hand was raised again, and Slavhorn looked confused.

"It's an amotine!"

"That's true. It seems silly to ask," Slavhorn looked impressed, "I guess you know what it's for, right?" ”

"It's the most effective love medicine in the world!" Hermione replied.

"Quite right! I guess you recognize it from the mother-of-pearl sheen that awaits like no other, right? ”

"And its characteristic spiral steam," replied Hermione enthusiastically, "and besides, everyone smells it differently, and it has to do with what attracts us, I can smell the freshly cut grass, the new parchment, and—"

But she didn't finish, her face flushed.

"Can I know your name, darling?" Slavhorn ignored Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, Professor."

"Granger? Granger? Are you likely related to Hector Davos-Granger, who founded the Society of the Most Paranormal Pharmacists? ”

"No, I don't think so, Professor. I come from a Muggle family. Harry saw Malfoy leaning into Nott's ear and saying something, and both of them were secretly laughing. But Slavhorn wasn't discouraged, instead, he smiled and looked at Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione.

'Oh!' One of my best friends was also from a Muggle family, and she was the best in our grade! 'I guess that's what you call that friend, Harry? ”

"Yes, Professor." Harry said.

"Good, good, you earn 20 points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Slavhorn said kindly.

Malfoy's expression was the same as he had been when he had been hit in the nose by Hermione in the past.

Hermione, radiant, turned to Harry and whispered, "You really told him I was the best in the grade?" ”

"Hey, what's there to be impressed?" Ron whispered, looking annoyed for some reason. "You're the best in the grade - I'd tell him the same if he asked me!"

Hermione smiled and made a "shhh

"Of course, amotin does not produce true love. It is impossible to create or imitate love. It simply causes a powerful obsession and delusion. It's probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in the room—oh, that's right," he nodded gravely at Malfoy and Nott, who were smirking suspiciously, "If you had my experience, you wouldn't underestimate the power of this delusional love......"

"Now," Slahhorn said, "let's get started." ”

"Professor, you haven't told us what's inside this one." Ernie McMillan asked, pointing to a small black cauldron on Slahhorn's desk. The potion inside was splashing happily; The color is like molten gold, and there are constant large drops of liquid on the surface that jump up like goldfish, but not a drop falls outside.

"Oh," Slavhorn said again. Harry was sure that Slahhorn hadn't forgotten the potion, and was just waiting to be asked about it in the hope of creating a dramatic effect. "Yes. That one. Well, the medicine, ladies and gentlemen, it's the weirdest little potion of all, and it's called Flyers. I guess," he turned to look at Hermione with a smile, she already let out a gasp, "you must know what Flyer Phase is for, Miss Granger?" ”

"It's a potion of luck, also known as a potion of fortune," Hermione said excitedly, "and it can get you lucky!" ”

The class seemed to sit a little straighter.

All Harry could see was the back of Malfoy's head covered in his oily blonde hair, as Malfoy had finally begun to listen intently to Slahhorn.

"Exactly, Gryffindor plus ten points. Yes, it's an interesting little potion, a elixir," Slavhorn said. "The preparation process is extremely ingenious, and any mistake is catastrophic. Then, if it's made correctly, like this one, you'll find that all your efforts will succeed...... At least until the effect wears off. ”

"Why don't people drink it all the time, Professor?" Terry Bout said eagerly.

"Because if taken excessively, it can lead to sloppy, reckless and dangerous egos," Slavhorn said. "Joy and sorrow, you know...... Taking large doses will be highly toxic. But take it sparingly, very sparingly......"

"Have you ever drunk, Professor?" Michael Corner asked with interest.

"I've drunk it twice in my life," Slahhorn said, "once when I was 24 and once when I was 57." Take a tablespoon twice with breakfast. Two perfect days. He dreamed into the distance. Whether he is acting or not, the effect is good.

"And that," Slavhorn said, apparently back to reality, "is the prize I left for this class." ”

There was silence in the room, and the sound of each bubbling and churning of the potions around it seemed to be amplified tenfold.

"A small vial of elixir," Slahhorn pulled out a small glass vial with a cork from his pocket and showed it to everyone. "That's enough to sustain 12 hours of good luck. From dawn to dusk, you will have good luck in everything you want to do. ”

"Now, I must warn you that Flyix Phase One is a banned substance in all kinds of organized competitions...... For example, sporting events, exams or elections. So our winner can only use it on a normal day...... Then wait and see how this ordinary day becomes extraordinary! ”

"So," Slavo said suddenly briskly, "how can you win this incredible reward?" Alright, turn to page 10 of Advanced Potions Preparation. We have a little over an hour left, and you're going to have to make a decent water of life and death during that time. I know it's more complicated than you've ever made before, and I don't expect to get a perfect potion from anyone. However, the one who does the best will win this bottle of Little Flygt. Let's go! ”

They pulled the cauldron towards themselves, and there was a cacophony of friction on the table, and there were a few muffled noises as they added weights to the scales, but no one spoke. The classroom is filled with visible and tangible concentration. Harry saw Malfoy excitedly flip through his book Advanced Potions Preparation. It couldn't have been clearer that Malfoy wanted to have that lucky day. Harry then bent down to look at the tattered old book he had to use before he could get past Ron.

He was annoyed to find that the old owner of the book had scribbled on every page, and that the margins of the book were as black as if they had been printed. He had to get closer to identify the recipe, then hurried to the locker to find the ingredients he needed. By the time he rushed back to his crucible, Malfoy was already cutting valerian roots as fast as he could.

From time to time, everyone glanced up at the progress of others; This is both an advantage and a disadvantage of Potions class, and it is difficult to keep your work a secret. Within ten minutes, the classroom was filled with blue steam.

Hermione, unsurprisingly, seemed to be making the fastest progress. Her potion already resembled a "homogeneous, blackcurrant-colored liquid", exactly what the ideal semi-finished product mentioned in the book would look like.

After cutting the grassroots, Harry bent down again to read. Harry was annoyed to make out the instructions from the stupid scribbles of the book's old owner. For some reason, the man disagreed with the order in which the sleeping beans were cut, and instead wrote down another instruction: it was better to squeeze out the juice by grinding it with the smooth side of a silver knife than to cut it out.

"Professor, I think you know my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, right?" Harry looked up, and Slahhorn was passing by the Slytherin table.

"yes," Slahhorn didn't look at Malfoy, "I'm sad to hear he's dead, but of course it's not a surprise that he's got a dragon pox at his age......" he walked away.

Harry snickered as he lay on the crucible. He knew Malfoy would want to be treated like Harry and Shabini; Maybe even delusional about getting the kind of preferential treatment that Snape gave him. However, it seems that if he wants to win that bottle of elixir, he can only rely on his real skills.

Sleeping beans are indeed very difficult to cut. Harry turned to Hermione.

"Can I borrow your silver knife?"

She nodded impatiently, her eyes never leaving her potion, it was still deep purple-red, but according to the book, it should be a light lilac color at this time.

Harry used the side of the knife to grind the beans. To his surprise, the beans immediately oozed a large amount of juice, and he even doubted that the crumpled beans could hold that much juice. He hastened to shovel them all into the cauldron, and to his astonishment he found that the potion had immediately turned the pale lilac color described in the textbook.

His anger at the book's old owner vanished in a flash.

Harry squinted at the next line of instructions in the book. According to the textbook, he had to stir the potion in a counterclockwise direction until it became clear. But according to the book's old owner's note, he should have added a clockwise stir after every seven times of counterclockwise stirring. Could this old master be right again? Harry held his breath and stirred in a counterclockwise direction, then stirred it in a clockwise direction. It worked fast! The potion turned a very pale pink.

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked, her face flushed, her hair getting thicker and thicker in the smoke coming from the cauldron; Her potion was still purple.

"Add a more clockwise stir-" "No, no, the book says it's counterclockwise!" She jerked him off.

Harry shrugged and went about his course. Seven times counterclockwise, one clockwise, pause...... Seven times counterclockwise, one clockwise...... On the other side of the table, Ron was cursing in a low voice, his potion looking like a licorice root potion. Harry glanced around, no one's potion could be as light as his. He felt very proud that this had never happened in this underground classroom before.

"Time...... Arrive! Slavhorn shouted. Please stop stirring! Slahhorn slowly surveyed each crucible between his desks.

He didn't comment, except to stir the potion or sniff it once in a while. Finally, he made his way to the table where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ernie were sitting. He smiled wryly at the asphalt-like stuff in Ron's crucible. He quickly swept over Ernie's navy blue mixture and nodded in satisfaction with Hermione's potion. Then he saw Harry's, and a smile of surprise bloomed on his face.

"The undisputed winner!" He shouted at the entire underground classroom. "Great, wonderful, Harry! My God, it's clear that you've inherited your mother's talent. She's a potions master, and Lily is! Hold, then, hold - a bottle of Elixir and, as promised, use it well! ”

Harry stuffed the vial of golden liquid into his inner pocket, feeling mixed feelings, happy to see the fury on the Slytherin student's face, and guilty at Hermione's look of regret.

In short, he is quite conflicted inside.